Beach Goths melting into black puddles
The tide's coming in
It shimmers like a heavy metal
Crucifix
Paste wasted as it saturates in glitter
The sun's warm pallor on the purest white
Foundation
UV rays penetrate like
Guillotines, ghoulish things
From a bygone era
There's a hearse parked in the sand
The tide's coming in
For quite a maudlin little oil spill